 You have like a thousand channels. Four hours. They're all in another language. Five hours. Just keep flipping. Six hours. What game are you playing? Seven hours. Pokemon Go. Eight hours. Watch TV with me. Eight hours. We're not even watching anything yet. Ten hours. Watch me change the channel. Twelve hours. Thirteen hours. All right. Hates this game anyway. Fourteen hours. Waste the time. Sixteen hours. News. Seventy hours. News. Eighteen hours. Four news. Four news. Nineteen hours. Housewives. Twenty hours. Bachelor's. One hour. Pregnant teens. Twenty-two hours. I'm bored. Twenty-three hours. Swimming. She's playing up a new hobby. Twenty-five hours. They're both so busy. Twenty-six hours. Let's get a puppy. Twenty-seven hours. Don't have time for a puppy. Let's do some volunteer work. Why? Why not? Twenty-three hours. One hour. Two hours. One hour. One hour. One hour. One hour. One hour. One hour. Two hours. News. Three hours. News. What's on the news? Cars. Celebrity wedding. Shooting. Six hours. Seven hours. Seven hours. Same shooting. Eight hours. Is this the wrong department? Yeah. The crime around her is getting out of control. Ten hours. She moved to a better neighborhood. Twelve hours. Twelve hours. Let's. Thirteen hours. Move and have a baby. Fourteen hours. Fourteen hours. Three hours. News. Fourteen hours. Fifteen hours. Sixteen hours. Seventy hours. Eighteen hours. Eighteen hours. I love you. Nineteen hours. I love you too. Twenty hours. Twenty-one hours. Twenty-two hours. Twenty-three hours. 24 hours. Twenty-five hours. Twenty-six hours. Twenty-seven hours. Twenty-eight hours. Man, this shit is broken. Now that out broken. America, man? It is broken. America. Hey, let me ask you something, white man. Yeah, yeah, ask me anything. Do you think I'm a bad motherfucker? Do I make you nervous? Yeah. Tell the truth. Are we going to fix this if you can't tell the truth? Just relax. Wait, don't tell me to relax? Be nice, to be deaf, and blind, and stoop. You don't want any trouble, right? Hey, man, I don't either. America loves you too. If you would just stop looking at that. Okay, sorry. So, he was all like, if you would just step off. Don't go there. Don't go where? Wherever it is you're going to go. How do you know where it is that I'm going to go to? I don't. Well, I know it's going to end in a trigger warning, so don't. It's inappropriate. It really happens. Lots of things really happen. You don't have to talk about them. Because when you talk about them, I have to deal with them, and I'm not supposed to deal with anything. You want, and that's fine. But I deserve a warning. I'm here to be comfortable. He lived on my street. Went to school with my brother. And once again, I'm offended. I've been in jail for 24 hours without a lawyer. And they accused him of some shit that he didn't commit and made him sick, complicit within it. Now I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I'm sorry if you're lucky enough not to be thinking about it every time you walk down the street. And I'm sorry if it offends you. It offends me too. But if I don't keep talking about it, it's just going to keep happening again and again and again. So, so sorry. I hit it now. I totally, totally get it. I know what it's like. I had a dog named Ryan. Offensive, problematic, trigger-warning type shit. I know who Marcus Allen was. And I don't kill my friends. Cause zero don't take no count. One. Then you suck. I don't suck? No, I have nobody tells you. You suck. I'm getting angry. Getting all knuckling next to all my shit. I'm angry because I've read. I'm one of the good ones. The good ones. Articulate as fuck. Fuck you. Get more black friends or you go from one to zero. For real? I ain't got time for this shit no more. Stuck in donuts. They got customers know how to fuck to find us. I'm Dr. Simone. What the fuck? Why would you say that? He's afraid of cops. Every time he sees what he tries to run away. This way since birth. Being white in here. And the same as being white out there. It means that in here, you're the minority. I know the wrong number dude here. I know the wrong number but does that mean that you and I are going to have a problem? No. It means we are going to learn to coexist. How are we going to do that? Sinking toilet stays clean after you use it. Sinking toilet stays clean after I use it. You keep your side of the room clean. I keep my side of the room clean today. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I can take it. Yeah. Mutual respect. Right. That's it. As simple as that. I saw the street. It's like deep back control. Here you go Kway Mustin. Just some thieves lurking about. No. You haven't seen anything. Oh no. It's my computer. Oh nice. Nice. I'm saving up to get one of those for my wife. This is brand new. Do you have receipts? I was an environmentally friendly company. I don't get receipts anymore, Philly. Oh no. No. Well you be careful out there, ma'am. Very dangerous. If you're lucky to make a decision. What to do. What to do. And that's it. You know that. You can see it in their faces. They don't need you. They hate you. They hate you for pulling them over. They hate you for giving them a ticket. But whatever you do, you're the bad guy. The pigs. The fat one comes out of the dark. On the phone. Or toy. One of those big fucking combs. Or a gun. You're supposed to do it in two seconds. Make a decision in two seconds. Life. Or life or death. So you do. You do what you're trained to do. Order to do. To do. I think it's so fucking. Where's your ID? I gave it to you. Such a goddamn mouth. Now I can kill you. Every night. I know. Why exactly did I just do that? For safety. And growing up my dad always had us locked the door if we ever saw it. Stranger in the city. Stranger. Or black stranger. It's not like that, okay? It's what we did. It's what you still do. Christine, come on. You're 34. It's not like that. A habit. It's part of the world I was raised in. And what about Charlie? Is this really the world we want for him? That's not what I meant. What I mean is I got two kids and they can't sleep at night because of the car stereo, the weed smoke, the police helicopters, and the gunshots. There aren't gunshots that often. Company. And we're here to... But in your case, most often. And sooner. Future generations. Speaking of your children, it has come to our attention. That's some of your children have been comparing notes. With kids who don't live on this side of town. And they might have discovered that our practice of visiting your home... We are here to make payment easy and convenient. So have no... Oh, you're looking outside. Movie is it? Outside. That's a movie. What do you do here before Sonya gets here? You know you like to have your hair done before you see anyone. What's Sonya? Sonya's your kid. You belong? Sonya will be here at 8.30. I bet you have to go on TV every day at 8.30. You're testing with me. The polarity of our problem. Arrogant people. And because dismissing the... She's been to more... We need a plan. We need to move on. Move on? What if I chase your tail up to college, Kim? This is how it sound like. Kissing me, dammit. The kiss sound like... You're scaring me. Listen now. What's the sound of a white person's voice when they see a black man lying dead in the street? That's what I thought. Voices can heal, baby. He's trying to do my job. And your job is to make money off of us. Make money and leave. I get paid to do my job. And my job is to tell the story. And my dude wants a microphone and a poem in space while she's grieving? Private business. Want to tell the story? Talk about police harassment and how we can stop driving. About how we got no jobs and he's stuck at the... Tell the story about how our kids... Looking at this tree every... My grandfather had the bruise wrist for falling from a branch. The broken wrist was my great-grandfather. He was dragged from the house and hung from this tree. They said he stole a jar of molasses. But you see, you can't tear it down. Or rather, you kill me. Why would you want to keep this tree standing there? Because we need to be reminded that their momentary whim can be the diseased backbone of our legacy. And that needs to be locked into our DNA. A molecular reminder of what we're dealing with. You understand, boy? Do ya? To be dragged in from the house. Slave trade brought millions of workers from Africa to the south of the US for an agricultural plantation. They weren't workers. They were slaves. Technically, they worked, so they were workers. No workers get to choose their jobs. Workers get to leave whatever they want to. Slaves are kidnapped, sold at auction, raped, branded, whipped, starved, and worked to death. Hey! Who is telling the story? Good question. I am an American. It's 2016. In New York. Two degrees. A job. A taxpayer with a dog. And I'm scared. All the time. In America. Part of fight. And where are you headed this late? Home, sir. Don't you raise your voice at me. I'm a slave. It's 1830. On a plantation. I work in fields. Some of this property. I'm scared. All the time. In America. On the ground. Part of fight. And where are you headed this late? Home, sir. Don't you raise your voice at me. My first move to here, David, was eight years old. The first thing I did before I unpacked a single box was take him down to the police department. I wanted them to know his name, what he looked like, that he lived here and that he belonged. You never told me that. Every single day I told him, if you see the police, don't run. Be quiet. Come home to me. But your son will never be a hashtag. I can't bring him back. And then he got away. I wouldn't wish this on you or anyone. But it's just not fair. I can even bury my child. This country, another mother is going to lose her son. It has to stop. He was evil. The trigger puller. I said so out loud and the press tried to lynch me. What they are. I had specific pictures of him laughing with his father. But they went through his phone, found his middle finger extended. For this, he's for every guilty. They have no idea what kind of gentle soul he was. He's in need of scary faces. I smile breaking through. They don't understand our humor. He killed mine in the streets. Let this body for... They killed mine in the streets. Skittles clutched in his hand. Five was only 18. They threatened him like 45. Mine was 17. And even in death they tried him as an adult. The sister and I don't want to be a part of it. We are unified. Mothers of sons. Too complex to be immortalized and hit once. Heard you got another member today? He can be no more when he left in the circle. He was my baby. He was. My baby. He was my baby. And big and three years old. Too big to be three. He looked about four or five. And getting into everything and walking up to everybody. But he was my. He was my. And I taught him big words. Big words like justice. Like freedom. Like revolution. Big words that carried my baby into manhood. Until they took him from me. Took my son from me and left him. Lying there. Out of my reach but not out of my sight. Not out of my remembering. And we spoke big words. Big words like justice. Michael. Like justice. Like justice. Like justice. Like justice now. Where'd you get that? What? That. It's always been on. It's bothersome. Turn it off. I can't. I don't know how. My dad said it's okay to keep it on because there's nothing I can do about it. Everybody be wondering when you turn it off but I might have a bothersome because maybe I don't have what I have and that's okay too. The law was just passed. Killed that algebra test. Killed my biology exam. You want to make a bet on who got the highest grade? That's stupid. You know we both got a perfect score. Ha! You're right. You're the wrong color. What? It says right here. Fountain is for reds only. You're still playing that stupid game. It's not a game. Everybody in the school has to do it. Mr. Mann made everybody agree on all the rules. That man made me late for class because he made me go down a staircase that was marked for reds only. All his greens have one less bat than he used than y'all do and because I agree red mofos eat all desserts. It's just an experiment. Mr. Mann thought it would be a good idea to recreate a time when things were really different from perspective. Different? Different. They shot that boy in the street like a dog. I'm angry too. Don't forget, I- Stuff like the rest of them. What's the party after this? Jessica James is going to be there. Jessica James doesn't like you, bro. What do these things call again? Street Angels. Look, look. I take the causing shit, dude. I think it's cool, but like, Jessica James. Like, if I go to college with her, I don't even need to go to college anymore. You're not going to prom with Jessica James, bro. Why now? Because I'm going to prom with Jessica James. All right, I'm finished. Get up. It's midnight. Happy 2090, bro. Do you think the world's a better place now? It is. But we still make them remember. Look, I- I heard that they put teddy bears on the road. I couldn't kill them. October. The kids call it knockover. Cue. This is item 921. On the list of things that I love about her. There is no list. I fear for her. She fears cars. Cancer. And filing furniture. That weird. But I don't think she'll be killed by a cop. I just don't think that's likely. It never crossed her mind. Ever. Not ever. Not until I wrote this play. Lucky you. Lucky you. Lucky, lucky, lucky you. Lucky you. It was dark, man. The street was dark. He was coming towards me. In the dark. And I saw a region to his holst. His fucking bag. And I shouted, Stop! Stop! What the fuck are you doing? What the hell? And then I saw. I saw. The gun. The fucking beer. But it was too goddamn. I got my exam in your body for any marks or cuts. I have weight. I didn't have a weapon. I shaped incision from both shoulders all the way down to the pubic bone. Archaeology. I've always been interested in excavating things. And now. I removed the front of the rib cage so I can examine your chest and neck organs. My body is the only evidence I have left. Say something. Remove. Wait. You're a detergent to a monster. Examine. Tricky. Thyroid. They're going to rip me apart. People are going to be famous. Or to abdominal organs. People are going to be rich off of this. People are going to retire off of this. The time is out. Continents all over the globe. We help take down the guilty and protect the innocent. But as of today, we can no longer take part. You see, we farmed too much. We came far too acquainted with their backs. We had outnumbered them. Sometimes as many as 41 to 1. We were made to ensure safety, but we are ending up too often in the wrong hands. Even in the hands of those who were supposedly trained in how to use us properly. We were made to take down the guilty, but are ending up too often inside innocent skin. So, until this is sorted, we are hereby on a definite strike. Try talking it out for a while instead. Decide. Black people. 1700s. 1800s. 1800s. 100s. James Rissette. Henry Glover. Sean Peck.